I am insane. I really don’t know where I’m getting this sudden burst of posting energy, but I’m quite certain it’s not the brick of chocolate I just ate. Or the extra few reindeers from our advent calendar. (Bought about a week into December so we can eat seven days in one go. See? Strategy.) The fact is, a few hours ago I returned dog-tired from six back-to-back foodie shoots, and instead of hugging the floor and letting dustmites crawl in my mouth for dinner, decided it was a good idea to fish out some burger pictures to show you. Lucky Chip (also can be found as Slider Bar in Soho) do the, I kid-you-not, best burgers in town, and this is coming from…me. I don’t see a more credible source; if youarewhat you eat, would I not be a bacon cheeseburger? or Pho? And when I say ‘best’, it’s not the type of ‘best’ fashion bloggers throw around casually, where every single new bag is the BEST. The meat-condiment ratio on these burgers is so optimal, even those with stomachs the size of a fist (Kit) have no troubles finishing them, plus a few hand-cut chilli fries on top. Ironically – those following my rants on Twitter will know – a few days ago I declared I was giving up on wheat, eggs and dairy as a part of an elimination diet to get to the bottom of my eczema. I wept as I put this post together. All because I love you… and also because I crave for burgers, scrambled eggs, and latté’s but now all I can do is sob really loudly until our neighbours call the police and then my husband gets arrested.